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…es sweet period) : Sink those bitter staves of wrath ! Cease that angry trumpets blare ! Sunlight burns a rosy path Yonder through the sky to where Flowers bud and linnets sing ; Loves expressed in everything ; We are covered with thy love
…gave him language who hath penned This pleasant tale of Thessaly. ENVOI Fair maiden, who hast rightly weighed The message of the morning sky, Think kindly of the man who made This pleasant tale of Thessaly.
84 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS In the arms of love we lie ; Music from the sky Tunes the hymeneal lyre that will echo till we die. God we feel is very nigh ; Soft, breeze, sigh While we kiss at last to slumber, And the varied number Of the forest songsters cry : This is immortality ; this is happiness for aye. Hush ! the music swells apace, Rolls its silver billows up Through the void demesne of space To the heavens azure cup ! Hush, my love, and sleep shall sigh This is immortality !
PROLOGUE 3 Rolled and roared and soared to sky ; Lofty head and knee unbended Dared and dazzled the offended Lord of Triple Diety. * * * But thine arrow sped awry, Struck the gentle Christ again ; But he smiled through all his pain : Priestcraft and red tyranny Have ursurped My crown : Children, in my scepter lurks The old fire, with you works All My Strength Immortal, when you tear the lying fabric down. May Mans Spirit yet be great ? Gather power himself to rule, Master circumstance and fate, Laugh for joy and smile for dule, Weep brave …
…s, like adamant, shod with iron, Torn by the earthquake. Still through all the stresses of doubtful weather Hold the firm old pinnacles, sky-defying, Still the icy feet of the wind relentless Walk in their meadows. Fields that flower not, blossom in no new spring- tide ; Fields where grass nor herb nor abounding darnel Flourish ; fields more barren, devoid, than oceans Pasture ungarnered. Deserts, stone as arid as sand, savannahs Black with wrecks, a wilderness evil, fruitless ; Still, to me, a land of the bluest heaven Studded with silver. Ca…
…breath, Love kisses into sleep, Sleep swoons away to Death. So Zeus in her sweet arms slept daintily Till the sun crept into the midmost sky, And his own curse came back to sleep with him.
16 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS The lily lifts her pallid lips To the fierce passion of the sky, The bee from rose and violet sips Sweet honey, and the ivy clips The oak, the wanton streamlet slips Darkly away and shy, The green-leaved trees for passion swoon, When springs light kisses shake and sigh Amid the glances of the moon, While oer their brethren fallen or hewn They wave in melancholy tune Their branches mournfully. Mans days are dim, his deeds are dust, His span is but a little space, He lusts to live, he lives to lust, His soul is barren of…
…es perfect hour, His clear voice through the silent atmosphere Burst rich and musical upon her ear. SONG OF ZEUS O rosy star Within thy sky of ebony shot through With hints of blue More golden and more far
…y light betrayed The horror of their core. Despairing then Of natures prophets, and of gods and men, She cast her arms wide open to the sky, Cried loud, and wept, and girt herself to die. It was a pinnacle of ivory Whereon she stood, the loftiest of three fangs
… field was bare, No wave of wing bestirred the sultry air, Save only where the noontide lark rose high To chant his liberty. The vaulted sky Was one blue cupola of rare turquoise That shimmered with the heat. His pulses pause
…w, cried to men And gods to help him ; then, resolved to dare All wrath and justice, he rose up to swear ; Lifting his right hand to the sky, that glowed Deadly vermilion, like the poisonous toad That darts an angry red from out its eye, By sword and spear, by maze and mystery, By Zeus high house, and by his godhead great, By his own soul, no ardour to abate Until he freed Archais. Like a star Rebellious, thrust beyond the mornings bar, Erect, sublime, he swore so fierce an oath
… as one dead Beating at Heavens gate with nerveless wing, Wailing because the song the immortals sing Is so fast barred behind the iron sky. Speak but thine anger quickly ; let me die ! But I forgive thee, thou art good and kind. O love ! O love ! O mistress of my mind, You love me ! Nay, I was a while afraid, Being so white and tender ; for a maid I lived alone with flower and brook, nor guessed Another dwelt within the quiet nest
…sire of life, that never came ; And made a song, so passionate, the cave Told its dear secret to the clinging wave As she sang thus. The sky a solemn echo gave. SONG OF ARCHAIS O Kill me with the Purple of Your Mouth ! And Slay me with the Gold of Your Forehead ! And bring me with you to the swarthy south ! And bury me in your desires bed ! Mine you shall be in life, in death, in dream, Mine in the years that are, and those that seem ; One with my essence, as your lips absorb My breath, and make it breezes for your bed, And all my body, to fil…
26 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS Grew like a misty pillar in the sky, In all her veins the bloods desires die, And then—O sudden ardour !—all her mind And memory faded, and looked outward, blind, Beyond their bitterness. Her arms she flung Around him, and with amorous lips and tongue Tortured his palate with extreme desire, And like a Mænad maddened ; equal fire Leapt in his veins ; locked close for love they lie, The hearts dumb word exprest without a sigh In the strong magic of a lovers kiss, And the twin light of love ; but Archais Felt through her…